Earth
Ottawa, Ontario
August 13, 2019
06:30 EDT
My alarm blaring woke me up again. I was tempted to turn it off and get some more sleep, but I was too excited to learn how to shapeshift. I took a very quick shower, got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning..." I said when I entered the kitchen. I had been about to call Alexandra and Gabriel, mom and dad.
"Good morning," they returned, one after another. Gabriel was reading stuff off his tablet, like always, and Alexandra was cooking breakfast.
I grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee, putting the pot back when I was done. I picked up my mug and then turned around and leaned on the counter. I thought about Alexandra and Gabriel. For as long as I can remember, and a lot longer than that, they've taken care of me. They've behaved like any of the parents of my friends. They celebrated my birthday and holidays over the years. They had come to sporting games, and we had gone on vacations as well. They were also supportive when I decided not to go to college right away, though recent revelations have me questioning that. All in all, I've had a pretty good childhood, and they've been awesome parents.
"I was thinking," I started. "If I hadn't learned about all that stuff yesterday, I probably would have gone for years believing both of you were my parents. There was no hint whatsoever that you might not be. I'd be happy to continue calling you both mom and dad."
She stopped cooking for a moment and came over, giving me a big hug. "We were hoping you would feel that way," she said. "I think your mother and father would be proud of the man you've become."
She let me go so she could tend to the food and my dad took her place, embracing me in a near bone-breaking hug. I had to be very careful not to spill my coffee.
"Your mom and I are damn proud of you as well," he said, after he let go. "You need to join Omar and myself for a chat and some Scyftan ale tonight. It's the best you'll ever have."
"What is the chat about?" I asked, moving over to the table and sitting down.
"You, as well as your friends, are going to go through part of the Spectre training your mom and I went over when they first started. We can't do all of it since it took us a little over three and a half years, but we can get most of the combat stuff done. Things like hand-to-hand, melee weapons, firearms. You'll also be expected to learn some magic as well. It would be a waste to neglect the benefit us Scyftans get from our large mana pool. You won't use it for shapeshifting all the time, and there will be times when a good spell will get you out of trouble."
"Omar will be the one training you and your friends in hand-to-hand combat. He's incorporated some human fighting techniques into the training program, though most of the techniques are ones that Scyftans have learned over the years. Your training program will be much tougher than the one your friends will be going through, since you have the ability to alter your form."
"Why all the training?"
"Besides Egegal, who died trying to save over three hundred billion people, all of your ancestors have died to things they could have otherwise prevented, had they had certain skills or training. You saw that Precognition Skill Gem the Adventurer's Guild is offering five million credits for? That's for you. That skill alone could have saved your father and your grandfather."
"With the training and skills we're going to set you and your sisters up with, you're going to be a lot harder to kill than any of your ancestors were. I guarantee that you and your sisters will have an attempt on you a few months after we deal with Kaldrus Dhir. Some people won't want to give up the power they've acquired since Kaldrus took over."
"How long is this training program going to take?"
"Probably a large part of the next eight months. Not all that time will be spent training. You and your friends will be able to pick three free days every week where you can do anything you want. Those other four days every week will be training. So you can have it so your weekends are free, and you train on weekdays, or you can train every second day. It's totally up to you five."
"The training will be broken up into four parts. Hand-to-hand will be the focus for the first two months, melee weapons for two months, firearms for two months. The final two months will be split between naval tactics and spells while we're en-route to Scyftan space. When we get to the base this morning, I'll have a few skill gems for you and your friends. You'll be expected to level them up as much as you can each day."
"Alright, that's enough talk about that," my mom interrupted. She brought over breakfast which was a huge platter with breakfast burritos stacked on it. "Whatever doesn't get finished now can be taken with us when we leave. I'm sure Mason will still be sleeping when we get there. He and the rest of your friends can finish them."
I grabbed a couple of burritos off the platter and dug in. Since I could eat with one hand, I took my phone out of my pocket and checked my stats page. I hadn't really taken a look at it since the last time I spent my attribute points.
"Wow!" I said aloud. I know Abi said my attribute points would be increased by a percentage every time she leveled, but I didn't think it would be so much so quickly. Scrolling down, I could see that I gained a 28% increase in all attributes, which already meant Abi was level fourteen.
"What's that?" my mom asked.
I looked up. "I was looking at my stats and they're quite a bit higher than they were when we left the dungeon yesterday. Thanks to bonding with Abi, I gain 2% more of each attribute for each level she reaches. My stat page says that I'm currently gaining 28% more of each attribute, meaning Abi has already hit level fourteen."
"You'll get a fairly substantial boost early on, and then it will slow down," she said with a nod. "Abi went many years without leveling when she reached higher levels while bonded to your father. I don't remember what level she was at when your father was killed, but it was pretty high. Abi would know."
[I had reached level thirty-nine while bonded with your father. At that point, however, it would take me hundreds of years to reach level forty.]
[That long? Really?]
[Yes. At that time, your father didn't have time to delve into dungeons. He wasn't able to level anymore, meaning the only way his mana regeneration could increase was via items, auras, or skills. As I told you yesterday, as I level, it requires twice the amount of mana to level up and allow me to grow. Later on, that quickly amounts to billions and trillions of mana.]
"Abi said she was level thirty-nine while bonded with my father, and that it would take hundreds of years for her to level again. Still though, that would be a 78% increase to attributes."
"Don't go setting your sights too high," my mom said with a laugh. "It took your father over a thousand years to generate enough mana for Abi to level all the way up to thirty-nine."
"Oh, I won't. That doesn't mean I can't start planning, though. I have a certain design in mind for when Abi gets bigger. Speaking of which," I said, exiting my stats page and bringing up an image on my phone.